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Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Casca. So can I :
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?
Casca. You speak to Casca ; and to such a man, That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold' my hand : Be factious' for redress of all these griefs ; And I will set this foot of mine as far, As who goes farthest. Cas.
There's a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moy'd already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;3 He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ?
Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
Cas. No, it is Casca ; one incorporate
Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me.
Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper,
3 Air of walking.
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber ; and he's gone
Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts : And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchymy, Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight ; and, ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. The same.
Bru. What, Lucius! ho !I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say !I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.When, Lucius, when ? 4 Awake, I say : What Lucius!
4 An exclamation of impatience.
Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Call’d you, my lord ?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord.
[Erit. Bru. It must be by his death : and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?- That;And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he
may do danger with. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorses from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar, I have not known when his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, That lowliness is
ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face: But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder-turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees 7 By which he did ascend : So Cæsar may; Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus ; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these, and these extremities : And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis
chievous; And kill him in the shell. s Pity, tenderness. 6 Experience. 7 Low steps. & Nature.
thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Luc. I know not, sir.
(Exit. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them.
[Opens the Letter, and Reads. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, fc. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake, Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. Shall Rome, &c. Thus, must I piece it out; Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Speak, strike, redress !-Am I entreated then To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !
[Knock within, Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.